Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.